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I just saw Memoirs of a Geisha, which was absolutely beautiful. And deafeningly sad...no, I'd actually say melancholy. It made me realize how I, and I'm sure others, have been losing a grip on beauty, and appearances, skill, and desire.
A main requirement of a geisha is that they can stop a man in his tracks with one single glance. It is not very often that a women has that type of control nowadays, unless she has been dressed and made up in order to create desire. I mean, I'm sure the single glance of the geisha draws desire, but I would expect the reaction would be more of complete amazement, more of a pause in reality, a pause caused by a single connection to something pure and beautiful.
This is probably a load of rubbish, but I'm not going to judge musings of mine at late hours.
On another note, I saw King Kong two nights ago, which was visually quite amazing. Jackson really knows his stuff (heh). It was definitely the best Kong made so far *nods*. And Adrien Brody *sigh*. Naomi Watts, too, for that matter *winks*.